War II

men will do strange things when faced with prosperity at no cost to themselves. they set about in secrecy pushing forward deviations, taking wills of others easily pushed into boxes left with darkness threats indoctrinated with fears in failing economies and good ole boy mentalities into boxes men slipping through shadows eyes darting blindly at voices thick with lust holes, warm and wet filled with greed, with certain entitlements. and the scraping of boots imbedded with foreign sands molten into glass cutting across metal, sparking reverberations, not easily forgotten. Aleathia Drehmer 2007 Published by Covert Poetics 7/08